I am tied. It is a gentle tether, though my wrists lay joined above my head and my ankles are shackled together.

The soft, slippery satin sash is laid across my eyes, focusing my senses on his soft caress as it flutters across my body.

Feathery kisses have left drops of moisture against my skin. There is the faintest sound of lilting music to which his attentions seem to dance.

Not an inch of me has he not slowly, lovingly, lightly addressed. But I ache for his graze between my legs – I ache for his lips upon my breasts – I ache for his mouth upon mine. These precious areas have been left hungry – wanting – craving.

He is rolling me on my stomach. For a moment there is only the faint melody – and my elevated sense of joy and need. I wait for his hands – his fingertips – his lips. Where might they first roam across my back?